My husband was out of town for two weeks. I'm used to him having to be gone from time to time, but it is always a little challenging. I miss him desperately, especially when all we can do is text from time to time in the day. Mornings are more hectic without his calm guidance of the children, packing of school lunches, and kisses goodbye as he stands at the backdoor to shuffle us out. Nights are not as good without his cooking (he cooks way better than me!), help with nighttime prayers/bedtime for the girls, and sitting up talking when the kids are *finally* in bed.
I was a single mom for three years and managed just fine (note--slightly frazzled, a little exhausted, always broke) on my own. After a year and a half of marriage, I've adjusted to having this partner in my life--best friend, husband, and love. *Pinch me!
Thing is, while he was gone, the kids and I did just fine. Sure, mornings were hectic and we were tardy once. (Ok, twice--it was the second to last day of school and she forgot her school yearbook for the signing party) We may have had macaroni and cheese once or twice because Mama did not have the time or energy to cook. I didn't sleep quite as well without him near me. But, we did ok.
It's not that I NEED him to function. I'm still independent enough to manage and I'm a good enough mom to handle it all. I mowed the lawn, hosted playdates, shuffled kids to and from the theatre for performances and rehearsals, watched my girl kick it in karate, took them to church, took kids to the water park, and kept the house from burning down.
I might not need a man, but boy do I ever love the one I've got.